lessons learned this new year's eve:
*when one is getting laryngitis, partying all night long tends to exacerbate the problem.
*people in large groups are markedly inconsiderate
*patronizing and flirting are not the same thing.
*boys who get drunk are not particularly sensitive to women in similar conditions.
*no matter how hard you work on something, someone will make fun of it. especially if it's food.
*hummus is not a good party food.
so thanks to the cold i had been brewing, and the party, i have a whomping case of laryngitis. for a while i had this cool kelly deal thing going, and then a sort of janis joplin after the pint of southern comfort, and then it just went to a kind of squeaky rasp that was in no way sexy. lesson #1 learned.
the party was enormous. even when i wasn't drinking especially heavily, i don't remember much except a huge, confusing blur...too many people, walking into rooms full of people i didn't know, someone bringing noisemakers and silly string. someone throwing a silly string can into the fire. a largeish explosion in the fireplace. lesson #2.helping my friend dan (who had gone a strange shade of greyish green) throw up out the door of someone's SUV.
much socializing was done. much kahlua was drunk (straight, because i was too lazy to bother with the milk and all). some of the socializing was actually gratifying, as in the fact that at one point i sat down and was suddenly talking to (rasping at?) three boys, one of whom went to get me water without my asking. his friend, however, told me that i looked so good i didn't have to talk. "all you have to do is smile." i told him i'd rather look like hell and be able to talk. he seemed genuinely surprised by this. lesson #3, though the wrong person actually realized this. i flirted rather a lot i think, though most of it tends to be unintentional.
there were lots of people being really ridiculous, and people with videocameras capturing much of it...i gave one guy hell for videotaping some girl making out with his friend in the pool room. about respect. he maintained that she had given up her self-respect at that point, to which i rejoined "but does she need to have it memorexed?" i kept thinking of those "girls gone wild" videotapes, and what those girls are thinking of the morning after, or when their chests are splashed across the screen of their parents' tv. i don't understand how even drunk guys can be insensitive to such things, but there was lesson #4.
the last two lessons are related. Younger Brother informed me that while he was planning lots of liquid refreshment, there was to be no food. i decided this would be a Very Bad Idea, and so proceeded to make a giant pot of vegetarian chili and little star-shaped sammiches--cream cheese & chives, cucumber, and nutella & strawberries. plus hummus in avacado halves. i thought it was pretty classy. Younger Brother's erstwhile girlfriend, The Bitch, laughed at my chili. as did my friend PJ who looked sincerely apologetic after i got upset (and was the nice boy who got me water later). someone threw a beer bottle in it, which i fished out. regardless, the pot was empty by the morning after, and all the sammiches gone. someone had used my hummus avacados for an ashtray though, which is just horribly rude, thus combining lessons #2,5 & 6.
all in all, much fun was had, even if i did have to spend the night on a cold floor underneath a table, and console several crying girls, one of whom lost a fight with the side of the house, and one of whom was crying over my brother (who is being a Big Jerk, as per lesson #4).
my resolutions:
*pick up a useful hobby, like crochet.
*go out more
*stop letting work dictate my life
*write more, both entries and poems.
all things i think i can accomplish, and not the nebulous "be healthier" kind of resolution i can't hope to make work.
happy new year, -beatpoetgrrl
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